There’s something romantic and poetic about autumn.
Even the word, autumn, sounds romantic.
The falling leaves, golden and red,
Twisting and turning and fluttering in the wind,
Showering the earth that I walk upon,
Achingly beautiful.
Autumn Leaves / Jacintha
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I’ve been enjoying the days as it is. There were times when I became a little bit emotional. There’s no suprise there. I can hear the tiny screaming of people over my shoulder, giving resounding advise on what I should do with my life. There were times when I doubted my very existence and wondered if I’m better off elsewhere. There were times when I’m just glad to be alive. More often than not, contemplation is of the latter. There are some places in my mind and my heart that I cannot afford to explain. No matter how much I wanted to. There are issues that I simply cannot expect anyone to work it out for me. I have to work it out for myself. I think human is a wonderfully dysfunctional being. At least I am. At least half the people I know are.
I enjoyed the small walks I’ve been taking with the dog, void of thoughts and speech apart from the occasional greetings reserved for strangers with kind faces. It’s true that when deep in the blues, take a walk, move your limbs and look up the sky. The hue in the sky will be better than the one in your mind.
I like to get out and feel life. I don’t want to get drunk, get silly and dance away to music I do not understand. I hate unreasonable loud noises. There are so many things I want to do, places I want to go and people I want to see. Here’s to life.
So here’s to life
And every joy it brings
Here’s to life
To dreamers and their dreams
May all your storms be weathered
And all that’s good get better
Here’s to life
Here’s to love
And here’s to you
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Autumn is my favourite season, I can’t wait to experience it in Scotland. People are like the seasons I think, constantly changing and always just a little bit different every year. Right now we’re entering spring and as clichéd as it may be there really are lambs springing around the fields and daffodils in almost every garden. I really could fall in love with this place, but for now I still miss Melbourne, just a bit.
You have autumn there and here in England we have winter again, with snow, when it should be spring… Those vibrand red leaves take me back to a little sugar shack in Quebec where I picked up fallen maple leaves off the ground and secreted them between the pages of my book. Therein, perhaps, lies the answer to what I should do with my own life. Meanwhile, the paragraph that follows the first poem echoes my own thoughts, concerns and feelings, fellow dysfunctional human that I am. It is good to know that I am not alone in that predicament…
@naridu: I share your sentiment on how ppl change. Everything has a season. I used to think that I’ll always stay the same but I’m glad I didn’t. Otherwise, it would make me a very rigid person. I just came back from Melbourne! If there is another city I’m moving to, it would be Melbourne. Vibrant, lively and yet non-instrusive. The weather, oddly enough, was rather kind to me the entire week I was there.
@Ariel: It’s very beautiful here at the moment but I feel that the weather is shifting with autumn coming a little bit late this year. I hope you do find answers you want in life. I’m still searching though I suspect I might not get the answers I want. However, I do hope that when I look back, far far into the future one day, I can at least say that I’m halfway there …..
Autumn is also my favorite season. I know - that word alone is lovely and always conjures up so much wonderful imagery.
Btw, I love the photos of your aunt’s house.